One lonely noon I prepared for the fucking of the bitch. I had the fear from the biting and clawing of the bitch that it is the cause of hydrophobia d...sease. So I collected some old socks and ropes and took the bitch to the mango tree in the jungle. I was careful that nobody could see my activities and doubt anything. As the bitch was my pet so it didn’t make any disturb. I covered her paws and mouth with the socks and tied the mouth by a rope. Firstly it moved restless but soon she calmed and. That, however, is what brought us to this particular bar. We where bored of seeing the same downtown bar sluts week after week and wanted to check out something a little more mature, a little more unobtainable."The MILFs are out tonight eh boys?" My friend stated as we scanned the roomMy eyes surveyed the stunning women that filled the bar. I looked down at their hands looking for wedding rings and found that nearly all the women there where married. I don't look for this for the reason most. She was wearing a short plaid pleated mini skirt with a white sheer blouse, no bra and white thigh high stockings a sheer thong red 4" heels.Her hair nicely curled around her face, she looked 21 tops. fucking awesome I said, so we went to the bar in our hotel, I went in first and she came in a few minutes after. I sat at a booth watching her come in.It was a sports type of bar wasn't too busy yet but were 8 guys and most under 25. She slowly walked to the bar and hopped up on one oh the high. My clit throbbed with the teasing he forced on it. "My dirty slut going to come for me?" he asks softly. "Come on my hand baby. I want-" he jerks his hand hard into me. "You-" harder, "to-" deeper. "Come." My pussy spasms around his skilled fingers. Heat flushes my body and a starry haze clouds my vision as my tension explodes. His hand still moves against me, milking my orgasm until I'm completely jello. A slurping noise escapes as he pulls his hand away from my pussy. He pulls me up from.